This, My Columbia

This, My Columbia
... The Columbia River

" Cosmos Cascading " (10x23)

" Cosmos Cascading " (10x23)
August, 2011 id3300

" Blacking Streaking Black Red " ( Right Corner View )

" Blacking Streaking Black Red " ( Right Corner View )
August, 2011 id3286

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Riding English Racer

Rode the English Racer
Down the hills
On wheels and wings,

Airstream strider
Head down glider,
Angel on my shoulder,

Pressing faster
Getting older
Missed the rock
Swerved the boulder,

Slipping the eddies
Of time and tide,
Swept down her belly
And banked her thighs
With Elliot Bay beside her,

Pumping legs
Splashed up wet
From puddles
In the small of her back,

And the hum and drone
Of slip clopping tires
Slapping staccato
On cobble street stone,

Near the fountainheads
Of holy waters
And the spindrift
Of epiphanous rain,

Slingshotting man
And bicycle dreams,
Free and untethered
From the weathered lands
Of loss and sorrow,

Into kingdoms of Camelot
Where men sing the songs
Of the promise of tomorrow,

And gaze the Canterbury Bells,
Come the return
Of English Spring,

When clarions of trumpets
Chorus freedom and justice
And the voices of troubadours ring.